I don’t know much about women. In fact, if you were to consult any number of ex-girlfriends, I’m sure you would find that I know virtually nothing about women. But I do know this: When a baby is born, nothing matters more than it’s weight and length. Men tend to forget these details, but women need to know. I’ve witnessed this first hand. So men, remember: Weight and Length. Write it down.

Also, it’s true it’s my birthday.

Generally I try and downplay my birthday. Not because I don’t like my birthday or am afraid of getting older, just because I like to keep my birthday a small and quiet affair.

By virtue of this post, I failed this year.

However, it’s worked out well. I just came from a wonderful dinner put on by my friends here in Montreal. It was warm enough this weekend that we were able to dust off the ol’ BBQ and cook up some burgers and dogs. I’m a simple man, and this was absolutely perfect after a long winter without a grill.

My parents had come through Montreal in Feb and brought with them a really cool gift: an antique radio. This thing is the size of a small dresser and looks so cool! It’s got an old rotary dial with the station names emblazoned on it, and is the first piece of furniture that I’ve owned that instantly fit into my living space.

Aside from that though, the big news that coincides with my birthday this year is the brand new car that we’ve bought for the shop. It is a really awesome set of wheels, and I’m loving cruising around in it. We’re going to do it up right with a sweet wrap and detailing package, so when it’s done pictures will be abound!

For now though, I must retreat into a cloud of thought and musings as I contemplate what life is going to be like one year older. Have I accomplished enough? Conquered enough countries? Filed enough frivolous lawsuits? Only time will tell, but I feel confident when I say that I think the best is yet to come.